Kaede Assassination Classroom Mga Nobela at Kwento

Though he had always been sweet to me when we were together, I knew those days were over and the reality of dealing with him in such a difficult course for a whole quarter seemed daunting. Curious as to why the room was filling so fast—there shouldn’t be that many students who signed up—I saw Kade enter. There were a bunch of women who couldn’t contain their excitement when he walked in, and even some guys who looked pretty stoked. Shit. They were both in the class!

As soon as they stepped out of the infirmary, an alarm was heard. Rows of uniformed men with their chests adorned with medals stormed into the school, charging toward the infirmary. "Who dares to hurt Mr. Josiah Keats' granddaughter?"

An hour later, I arrived at the police station in my wheelchair. Hearing my voice, the person handcuffed to the chair slowly looked up. Upon seeing that familiar face, I felt a mix of emotions. “Ms. Spector.” My homeroom teacher looked me up and down. A flash of hatred crossed her eyes. “How are you still alive?” I rolled my wheelchair up to face the homeroom teacher. “Ms. Spector, can you tell me why you killed so many valedictorians?” My homeroom teacher scoffed coldly and turned her head away.

If I had been a better Alpha, then I might have been able to protect her from the Reaper. I made my way into the school’s hallway, tracking the heartbeats of the kids until I encountered them in a classroom where they hid with Jada guarding the door. “Relax, it's me.” I told Jada, and I took the blade clutched to her palms before she could land a hit. “Alpha.” Austin and Anna hurried toward me, and I pulled them into an embrace. “Y'all are safe. We can go back to the pack house now. Come on.” I said to them. They walked out of the classroom, with Jada taking the lead while I stood beside them, ensuring that they didn't come to any harm.

“EXECUTIVES KADE MURDERED IN TARGETED ATTACK.” “BODY MUTILATED. EVIDENCE POINTS TO BETRAYAL WITHIN EXECUTIVES.” “FINAL MESSAGE: AZAR’S NAME IN THE FRAME.” Inside the council estate, the news broke mid-morning, spreading like a virus. Guards whispered. Assistants fumbled with papers. Zev’s clenched jaw and pale features said everything before he even opened his mouth. His cup of tea trembled on the table as he watched the security footage of Kade’s last hour. Nothing was caught on the cameras beyond a flicker of lights—then darkness. By the time a convoy arrived, it was already too late.

Painful screams filled the air as they mauled the two to death, then stepped back from the bodies, their mouths and paws dripping with blood. Kade stared at the corpses for a moment, wondering what his mother would think if she knew the people she believed were her friends were part of an elaborate scheme to kill everyone. “Kill everyone,” Ella’s voice echoed from inside the building. Kade ran to the door and pushed it open. The room seemed empty, save for the low hum of machines in the corner. He paused. He could feel the bond between them—stronger now—which meant she was close. He searched the warehouse, frustration mounting when he couldn’t find her. But he persisted until he heard someon

She stared at him in utter, paralyzed disbelief, her mind screaming in absolute panic. No... No, no, no... This can't be happening! The man buttoned his dark, impeccably tailored suit jacket, adjusted his gold glasses, and turned to face the room. His deep, smooth baritone voice echoed effortlessly through the vast space. "Good morning. I am Professor Adrian Kingsley. I will be handling your advanced tactics and theory curriculum for this term." The moment he spoke, a sudden, excited murmur erupted through the classroom. The surrounding students…the very same students who had been acting arrogant and bored just minutes ago were now leaning forward in their seats.

I gulp, wincing at the painful soreness. Asher thinks he can deal with Cade, but the times he has gone crazy, I have been the only one there to see it. The Tuhkas probably still think— including my Dad, that Cade is still that shy reserved boy. No one saw his eyes when he attacked our teacher, or when he choked me. No one saw the way he looked at his uncle when his title was stripped away. I look at the ceiling, praying that Asher doesn’t attempt to start a war with Cade. Nothing is going to change except more people are going to die, and I’m sick of all the bloodshed. It’s time I accept, there’s no more Asher and Ava.

Vanessa shrugged her shoulders. I glanced at them briefly, my attention shifted to the relentless downpour outside. Vanessa had been right. We successfully executed the assassination of Kael's right-hand man under the cover of darkness, slipping away unnoticed. If all had gone according to plan, only now would Kael be discovering the loss of his confidant.

He only became depressed when Asahina told him the assassination attempt wasn’t successful and the vaccine had been administered by Dr Iason to save everyone’s lives on Amanda’s orders. “To die in the academy by the archmage or to return to the headquarters to spill my innards, I don’t really know which is worse,” Klick laughed without humour to himself. It has been two weeks and every single day that passed was hell to him. If they wanted to kill him, they should have done it that day.